#971 Auf Wiedersehen Corinna

Corinna left on Friday night. It was pretty much the saddest thing that’s happened to me since I can’t even remember when. She was the best house guest, best friend and best German of all time. Every morning we’d wake up and drink peppermint tea and eat yoghurt with pineapple and banana. We baked Christmas cookies and lit candles on Sundays as part of the German advent tradition. She stole my heart and my original pair of beige pants (they were my parting gift). Now she’s in Hong Kong, alone and lonely, and I’m in Auckland, alone and lonely. Lass mich nicht allein.